I have a thousand needles, but I cannot sew. I have arms, but I cannot hug. I have ribs, but no bones. What am I?

I retrieve but have no hands I speak but say no words When I am old I will not learn

Mythical beast with lion's roar, goat's graze, and serpent's coil, Fire-breathing horror from ancient lore, hybrid form that soils the soil. Illusion born or dreamer's fright, I blend the real in shadowed night.

I be born of pressure, a pirate's delight, Harder than most, and ever so bright. I sparkle and gleam, a king's ransom it seems, What am I, me hearty, fulfillin' yer dreams?

Combo of Two Words. One. Rhymes with the Spanish Word for Crazy Two. A hard food picked off of some trees.